rich man
and pocket
Buy me the sun
Buy me the clouds
Till sky is numb
That vast purple orange
Receptor
Waking you with
Naive a smile
Yet when
A self
Becomes inspector
Those banished dreams
Aren't worth
aqua in sky
This tricky sun
Belongs
in my pocket
bury it deep
Till we both
Implode
And when the world
Is tot to darkness
I will fill them
With songs of gold
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